ForeWord
Night.
A wonderful, yet intimidating phenomenon.
The sky gone dark, the stars shining stark.
This is the story of the son of Nyx.
Prologue
Chris hated school. Every day, he awakened to the horrors of... Middle school. He had a friend, but he always seemed a little strange. Birch, Chris's only friend, had some leg disability, and was already growing a goatee. Unfortunately, he was a huge target for bullies, so that painted a target on Chris's back. He had no idea his life was about to get much, much stranger. He encountered many strange things in his life, including a huge man with one hundred arms and fifty faces, crying out for help. The worst thing was, no one believed him.
CH 1
I woke to the constant droning of my alarm. One more day to trudge through, then the weekend, I thought. Rising from my bed, I turned off my alarm in the classing method of throwing it. Putting on my favorite black hoodie, a shirt, and shorts, then brushing my teeth.
Heading down for breakfast, my dad barely acknowledging me. Grabbing a bagel, I start to head out. Unfortunately, I'm not that lucky.
"Where do you think you're heading, kid?" My dad asks, because he is a lazy, stupid, all around agitating guy.
"To school." He thinks I can't be trusted, partially because I have ADHD and dyslexia. The other part? My mom left him before I was born, and he found me a few days later, swaddled in cloth.
"You thought you could get away with it, didn't you?"
I cursed. I thought I could get away without it, but he only focuses on it. I tread back up to my room, grabbed my five dollars, and threw it at him, leaving the house.
I arrived at Vista middle school late, because I missed the bus. The principal walks up to me.
"Chris, this is the sixth time you have been late this year." He informed me, as if I didn't already know.
At this point, you have to realize, my mornings sucked. Granted, I shouldn't had done what I did, but my vision was tinted red with rage. I went to punch him, but he was already doubled over in pain.
Confused, I went over to him, and heard him groaning in agony. Not being sure of what to do, I ran to my first block. I was late, but it was as if no one could see me. I sat down at my desk, unsure. The teacher looked straight at me, and she asked Birch, who sat behind me, where I was. I glanced at my friend, and he looked afraid. I looked down at my hands, and almost yelled. There was nothing there. I had become invisible.